Sick

                                    

                                          
Thank you @Shadowcipher0 for this idea!
                          
Adam jerked awake, a terrible feeling in his stomach. He rushed to the bathroom as his head throbbed to prevent himself from throwing up all over the floor. That would suck to clean up, and he definitely did not feel ready to if he did. Once he'd returned to his bed, he groaned, his breath reeked, and everything felt disgusting. The room managed to feel extremely cold, but Adam was sweating profusely. He tried closing his eyes, but even after an hour passed of his futile attempts to go back to sleep, he was left just as wide awake and uncomfortable as he was before. Suddenly, Adam heard his phone quietly vibrate on his nightstand. It was James, which, even if all he said was a simple "hey" it still managed to make Adam feel a little better. "Yo" Adam texted back, James wasted no time in responding, "wyd" "dying" "How so?" "I think I'm sick, I totally just threw up a while ago and everything feels gross" "Maybe I can come over and help out? You obviously need someone to make you some chicken noodle soup." Adam smiled a little, "If you wanna." He did truly want James to come over, but something told Adam to not tell him that his mere presence would make his eight times better. "Okay, I'll be over in a bit." James replied, Adam laid back in his pillow, at least the day would get a little better now. 
                          
"Woah, that's a really high fever." James remarked, removing his hand from Adam's forehead, "Yup, you need some soup, but first..." James stepped out of Adam's bedroom, perplexing him. Once he'd returned he held a small trash can, setting it down next to Adam's bed, "Here, now you won't have to make the trip to the bathroom." James set a box of small trash bags on a chair next to Adam's nightstand, "It'll just smell even worse now." Adam protested, "I'll change the trash bag whenever you happen to use it," "Now I just feel bad for you." Adam stared at the trashcan beside him, "Don't worry!" James insisted, "I can handle a bad smell, it's the least I can do after all. It's really hard to get up when you're sick, and you should be laying here resting anyways." Adam sighed in defeat, as much as he hated putting James through that, he really appreciated it, "Thanks man." James smiled, before leaving the room again to go make some soup. While James was out of the room Adam allowed himself to dwell on just about every word he'd said, he was so insistent and willing to do something that was pretty gross like disposing of trash bags full of throw up. Adam grinned at the trash can, James would make a great mom. James eventually returned with a bowl of soup, but it didn't quite look right. As he handed it to him, Adam noticed the soup itself looked burnt? How do you burn soup? James excused himself, telling Adam that if he needed anything to text him. Adam slowly tried the soup, yup, that's burnt. Though the bitter taste of the soup was completely overpowered by pure content Adam felt in his heart. James's contagious smile still affected Adam when he wasn't even in the room, his pure intentions made the soup taste amazing, and soothed Adam's sore throat. James hasn't even been here for an hour and he's already managed to make Adam feel so much better, but he was still far from recovery. After all, he was still pretty sick, and no matter how much he wished James could, his existence didn't cure sickness. 
                          
Hours have passed, moonlight shining brightly through Adam's windows. James quietly stepped in, but as he noticed Adam was awake, he seemed to relax a little. Adam had managed to take a nap, despite such sickly conditions. James stepped closer to the side with the trash can, he picked it up by the sides, tying it up, "Woah, that's a lot." He remarked jokingly, "Well I mean that's a pretty small trash can." Adam replied. James simply shrugged as he left the room to dispose of the trash bag, he quickly returned, replacing it with a new one. Adam felt he should thank him again for being so willing to perform such a gross job, which simply invoked a calm shrug from James, "It's the least I can do." He echoed himself from their first conversation on this topic, "Well, I'll still be downstairs, try to get some sleep. I'm sure you'll feel at least a little better tomorrow." James neared the door, gently closing it, but before he left he still managed to ease Adam's tight stomach with a gentle grin. Adam couldn't help but feel a little sad now that he was gone, even if he was only downstairs. He knew he was sick, and James probably wouldn't do it even if he wasn't, but Adam wished that he'd have stayed, occupying the other side of his large bed. Despite his wishes, and the twinge of sadness Adam felt in his chest, he rolled onto his left side, slowly, but surely, drifting off to sleep. 
                          
Adam woke up to an empty room, to his surprise he didn't need to use the trash can overnight. After a few minutes of adjusting to the sunlight, James peeked into the room. At this point, Adam realized that James smiled just about the whole time he was here, and today was no exception. He slipped into the bedroom with another bowl of soup, Adam sat up a little, excited to eat whatever James made for him. But of course, James couldn't know that. "I made more soup, I don't really think I did too great with the last bowl, but I think this a little better." James handed him the bowl, "Hey, the other one was pretty good so I don't know what you're talking about." Adam replied. The soup had improved, but the amount of thought that Adam could tell James was putting into both bowls made them still taste wonderful. He eventually looks up at James, who has settled on the chair beside his bed, "Hey, thanks for helping me over the past couple days. You honestly really helped." Adam noticed James's cheeks turn a little pink as he looked away, "No problem, I'm just glad to help." he replies shyly. "I'll be sure to return the favor when I'm better." Adam sips some more of the soup, watching James tense up a little at his words, "Ah, don't worry, it's fine." He chuckles, turning back to Adam. Adam smirks, "Aw, so no cuddles?" James choked, "Wh-" Adam noticed him freeze, "I thought you liked them? Did I do something wrong?" He teased, "No!" James quickly replied, "So you do want me to cuddle you?" Adam grinned. James hesitated, stuttering for a good minute before Adam answered for him, "Hey, don't worry, you don't have to say it. But when I'm better I should come over, maybe watch a movie? How about a horror movie so I get to sleep in your bed again?" His sly suggestion caused James to cover the right side of his face as he slowly replied, "R-Right, okay."